Thursday 14th July
9:17am The head counselor just came round and told us we have to be more vigilant with the campers in the evenings. Last night Bud was patrolling in his gator and his headlights lit up one of the girls sucking off a guy in the bushes. Haha, busted! How mortifying for them. The new rules are that the boys aren’t allowed to touch the brown bits of the girls bunks – the stairs, porch, window frames, stairs – and vice versa. Not really sure how that will stop them getting together, but the kids seem to find it very funny that Earl and Bud have told them they’ll get pregnant if they touch them.
There are so many stories about what these kids get up to – it’s pretty funny. One boy was telling me about the ‘Mountain Dew challenge’. Every time you manage to get a blowjob you buy a can of Mountain Dew, drink it and line it up with the others on the rafter above your bed in the bunk. Whoever fills their rafter first, wins. I hope the girls aren’t feeling pressured to do stuff with the boys. Some of these girls are so beautiful and the teenage boys are just gross, spotty and feral.
The kids also seem to think hickeys are cool. Some of them are covered in purple and brown bruises all up their necks. It’s so disgusting, but they actually compete to see who can get the most.
12:23pm I still find it really difficult to get the girls up in time for breakfast and to get them out the bunk to their majors and minors. It wears me out before I’ve even started the day. This is a normal morning once Rebecca has woken up first and gone into the bathroom, and after I’ve managed to haul my normally hungover self out of bed at around 7:30am:
Me: “Right everyone, time to get up.”
Me: “Come on!”
The girls: (murmurs and grumbles from under the covers)
Me (walking around and shaking them): “Please, come on, get up. We need to leave in five minutes/breakfast is calling/it’s time to start the day.”
Them (from under the duvet): “Jeez Lucy, shut up! We’re getting up!”
Me: “Come on! Get up! It’s time for breakfast!”
It continues like this until I’m ready to throttle someone. The head counselor comes round to make sure the counselors are up and then leaves it to us to get them out. In the end Rebecca takes the ones who are ready up to breakfast and I stick around for the rest of them. Otherwise they’re like dominoes and will all just fall back in bed and under the covers. Note how Zoe has sweet FA to do with all this. If everyone could be trusted to get up and to breakfast straight away, we could technically get up five minutes before we had to be there seeing as we’re not far away, but they can’t.
It’s so hard to get their respect and to get them to listen to you. I think it’s because we’re so close in age, they’re just not interested and they don’t think they have to respect us. As soon as one of the head counselors speaks, they listen. Obviously they’ve got more respect than us because they’re heads, but I also think it’s because they’re that bit older too – that five or so years makes all the difference.
I’m definitely getting on better with them now though. I think I just need to remember what I was like at their age – lazy and selfish – and that’s pretty much them. They’re happy to lie in bed and watch me sweep and mop the bunk floor out of sheer frustration and they don’t care that they live in a pigsty. The other day I picked all the clothes off the floor and dumped them all on the spare bed. Five minutes later they’d ripped them all down again and were moaning at me for ‘touching their stuff’. I really don’t know what to do about them – I wish I could just let them get on with it, but the head counselor will be well pissed off if I don’t at least try to get them to lessons.